You wake to the sound of waves and the familiar shimmer of the island heat, but something feels wrong. The sky seems too bright, the air too still. You can’t remember falling asleep. You can’t even remember yesterday.

Kayleigh finds you sitting by the shore, staring at the sand. “You okay?” she asks quietly, crouching beside you. Her voice is gentle but edged with concern.

You shake your head. “It’s happening again. The dreams. But this time, they’re not dreams—they’re… memories.”

Kayleigh tilts her head. “Memories?”

You swallow hard. “Mine. From before the island. Before all of this.”

She studies your face for a long moment, then glances toward the trees where the camp lies hidden. “You think it’s just stress?”